Lust and desire

"Very good seats," Annika mused as we settled down. She was happy but every single one of my nerves was on edge. The world was moving far too slow as we waited and waited for the performance to start. Nikolai and I had missed the first half of the show last time and my eyes were wide and ready to seek Rhea the moment she set foot on stage.

All I could I think about was watching her fly over the stage. My fingers itched to pull another smoke from my front pocket, but then the lights were dimming, and the music was starting. The first act of swan lake was terrible, Rhea wasn't in at all. The entire thing was about some dumb prince, and the man prancing about the stage. It annoyed me to the point that l bounced my leg in my seat.

The second act's first half was equally boring. More than anything. I was certain that prince Siegfried was a moron.
Everything changed when the swan Queen was revealed. Odette, the great beauty, cursed to live as a swan by day.

Rhea, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
I watched her lithe, powerful form move across the stage, telling a story with her body accompanied by heart breaking music. Her movement made the story come to life with the grace in every ounce of her being.

It made me believe with no doubt that she was the swan; she was the woman, cursed by the evil sorcerer.
Her struggle was real. When she sees the prince pronounce his love to the imposter Odile in the third act, I wondered if Rhea's heart had ever been broken.
Was she acting? Or did she perform such believable emotions because she had lived through them?

Was her heart broken now?
Odette forgives the prince for being fooled, and I don't like that part of the performance. He messed up, and she shouldn't have continued loving him. Their love leads to her demise.

Again, from this view of stage, I can see the tears in her eyes. My fingers twitch with the desire to wipe them away.
In the end, the spirits of Odette and the prince ascend into the heavens together. Watching Rhea in awe was inspiring, butl couldn't help but think that she deserved a happier ending. The swan's suffering wasn't fair.

"Aleksander, why do you send me home on my own? Your uncle will not help me finish that bottle of wine I just imported, and I know you appreciate a red from Tuscany." Annika pushed for me to join her but l knew if I go back with my aunt, she would drink too much and gossip for a far too long.

"I have plans for the rest of the night, Tetya. Antonio will get you home safely." I kissed her on the back of the hand and helped her into the car. Once the black car disappeared in the floor of traffic, I shifted my mind back to what the night had in store.
I felt as if I was still....high. From seeing Rhea on stage . That was the only way I could describe this feeling. Her performance changed me, and I knew it, just seeing her erotically affected me. I wanted more of her.

When I thought of the last time, it was incredibly obvious to me now that she had been tired. And why wouldn't she be? After the intense performance where she just gave her heart and soul to the audience?

And she had been nervous. I could taste the liquor on her lips when I kissed her. The tremor in her limbs as I touched her.
"I don't want her to be nervous again," I grumbled, running my hand through my hair. I pulled my smokes from my pocket and lit one up as I meandered down the bustling streets.
Why did I care if she was or wasn't? This situation differed from the women I normally pursued. I didn't need to try.
Rhea was different for many reasons.
She was the Prima Ballerina of the New York City ballet and she was for sale.

I didn't need to impress her or make her feel special just to get into bed with her. It was a guaranteed. I was spending a lot of money to get myself between her thighs. But damn, l did want to get myself between those smooth thighs again.

"Your orgasm is mine", That was all l said and her face was so astoundingly beautiful when she came for me. I wanted her to do it again and again, and I wanted to watch each time.

"Fuck me," Exhaling heavily. I tossed the butt of my cigarette into the murky water draining from the street into the sewer. When I looked up, I was standing under the light of a bright flower shop.

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| RHEA'S POV |
Over one client in a month is rare. Another one within a week hadn't happened before. Knowing they asked for me specifically made me incredibly curious. Luke and Dax didn't provide any information on the clients before meetings. Each time I went in blind.
This time I was terribly afraid and I wouldn't be as lucky as the last time. That man, Aleksander, he had been something else entirely. No one had ever made me feel how he had. The only client to ever bring me to the peak of pleasure like that.

Your orgasm is mine.

What was it about those words that made me linger on them? The passion and the dominance in them as he controlled me.
It didn't feel like he was using me.

Something about that night left an itch of sorts under my skin.
Looking up at the hotel, I sighed, loudly. Adjusting the strap of my purse and ignoring the horns honking around me, I pushed my aching legs to walk. In the side, I was crying out for my bed but I had nothing to do.

Not this one. Not with a stranger.
My phone told me I was just early as last weekend and braced my self to mix an energy drink and vodka from the mini fridge. The key card clicked, and I pushed the door open.